squiggling out of this pyre

And so I’m back. To revive and rouse this partial defunct blog of mine.

Restructuring, retrenchment, reshuffle…words that when uttered, would send employees into a mass frenzy. So today, word has it, 3-4 people from my branch might be relocated to Holland Village. That when uttered, gave me that sinking feeling to the pit of my stomach. That when uttered, to which once thought to be an inconceivable putative motive, is now validated by means of verbal affirmation. That when uttered, gave rise to speculation of the possible few that will go. And perhaps, when uttered, make me run back to the solace of my blog.

So now I’m in a juxtaposition of contrasting emotions. Yesterday we were all on the high, as we talked about love, lust, sex, infidelity, marriage & of course that hotly debated topic SG Girl. Yesterday I laughed till I was sent cramped and had to clench my funny bones. Today the taboo word was bespoken. Today the word spiraled me down to the abyss of this heart. Drama Drama Drama

I would give an arm not to get my ass to Holland Village and here’s why:
1) It is too far
2) Im cutting cost right now and paying additional taxi fare to Holland village defeats my objective.
3) If I do take a train, I have to stand for longer time.

Ok enough trifling reasons. Coz for now, I shall just wait with much palpitated breath, hoping that the storm will soon abate.

Ps: Jo, there u go, an update..